• First off, Random Fire. Anytime something is just burning, not during a fight or a fire someone's using to keep warm. In Future New York, everything burns, and everything burns all the time for some reason.
  • In drinking games, as in life, anytime convicts are Torturing the President, you're probably going to need a drink. This includes times when it's implied that the president's been tortured, i.e., someones got the president's fingers in his pocket.
  • Now, one thing I love about movies where that take place in the future is watching them after they take place and comparing the way things are with the way people thought they'd be. So anytime there's a Gap Between the Movie and Reality, take a drink.
    The whole movie itself is at least one drink, but there are other drinks in this rule too. Check out the walkie-talkie Snake uses to talk to the government guy, and the LCD display on his tracking device. See how many you can spot.
  • There are a couple Cross Dressing scenes in the movie. Those are always good for a drink.
  • The old stand-by rule- When the lead actor says a Line that's Just SO Badass, take a drink. Now, if anyone playing feels that a line was badass, everyone should drink. Here are a few examples of lines I think are badass:

    LT. HAUK- A small jet went down in New York. The president was on it.
    SNAKE- The president of what?

    HAUK asks Snake to rescue the president.
    SNAKE- Let me think about it.
    HAUK- There's no time!
    SNAKE- Then get a new president.

    HAUK- Once you're in [New York] you're on your own.
    SNAKE- You mean I can't count on you anymore?
    HAUK- No.
    SNAKE- Good.

    For a Bonus Rule I've decided that since Isaac Hayes completely rocks, and he's in the movie, you should drink everytime he's on screen. Try not to die.
    		• Why didn't anyone re-make The Dirty Dozen in the 80's? They had so many badasses to work with. Imagine Sylvester Stallone, Arnold Shwarzenegger, Kurt Russell, Mel Gibson, Mr. T, Jean Claude Van Dame, Jackie Chan, Clint Eastwood, Bruce Willis and Bruce Campbell, all in their prime, none of them pussies or dying yet, fighting together as green berrets. Plus throw in Charles Bronson as the old guy and Dolph Lungren as the guy who dies twenty minutes into it, and the whole thing would probably just rub your head right in your own shit.
    You couldn't make a movie like that today. I don't want to be like one of those whiny nerds that always talks about how cool things used to be, but we're just kind of in a dry spell for action stars. Most of the guys on the list up there are too old, and aside from a number of martial artists and Samuel L. Jackson, I can't think of too many guys today who could rip my face off, let alone rip all the Nazis' faces off. And since you can't exactly load up a war movie with karate guys, there's probably not much chance of there being a good Dirty Dozen remake in the near future. Maybe we've just missed our chance. Right now we've just got about 9 million bitch boys like George Clooney and Brad Pitt (I know he's a good actor but come on, can you really imagine him delivering a one liner just as he leaps down into a bunker full of Krauts, and starts slicing them up with his bayonette? I can't even imagine him beating ass at grandma's house. Even if I first fed her a bunch of rufies. Again.
    I refuse to look at Keanu Reeves as a tough guy. I just expect him to bust out with the air-guitar every second he's on the screen. And with Brendon Frasier I expect (and by expect I mean hope) to see his jugular vein explode and his body to crumple up on the floor the way a copy of Encino Man does when you light in on fire. And speaking of random fires and exploding jugulars, maybe I should start talking about Escape From New York now.
    The movies is awesome. I'm always amazed that John Carpenter makes good action movies. On my Big Trouble in Little China DVD, there's a music video of John Carpenter and his shitty synthesizer band playing some song he wrote for the movie, and it's so weak. It sounds like Gary Numan but with less balls. And instead of balls it has a kitty cat wearing a little pink sweater with a picture of another kitty cat on it. And there's also a caption that reads "You're the prrrfect friend!". And the cat's gay. That's what John Carpenter's band sounds like, so it's amazing to me that he's made some of the movies he has.
    The first half of Escape is pretty much Snake Plissken (Russell) saying completely hardass lines and running away from crazy prisoners as he attempts to rescue the president. You see, in the future (1997), New York City will be a giant prison, sealed off from society, where rapists and murderers mingle and engage in gladiator-style combat not just with each other, but with severe criminals like marijuana dealers and heroin addicts. This system works all fine and well until some crazy commie terrorist bitch hijacks Air Force One and crashes it into the city, trapping the president in "his own imperialist dungeon".
    It's at least nice to see that communist terrorists attack the people in power, putting them several notches higher on the scary-meter than some baby-eating terrorists I can think of. If today's terrorists had attempted something like that, it never would have worked. Okay, so they hijacked four planes, none of which had robot-ninja future bodyguards on them. They were able to crash some of them, but not the one going to fucking Cleveland. The passengers on the Cleveland plane kicked more ass to get to the airport than they had to on the plane. And if these pussy terrorists couldn't even take on unarmed civilians (tough ass civillians, granted) they wouldn't have a chance against the secret service, let alone Snake Plissken. They could pray to their imaginary cloud-dwelling friend, but it wouldn't save them against anyone even a little bit prepared for that kind of shit.